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Christopher Summers (chrisss) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Chris had stopped in what seemed to be the central park of Monument Ally. When he'd last lived in the UK, the place had been much less... Green. He remembered the look on his mother's face his first trip to Diagon, when she'd seen the seedier side of the Wizarding world while they were all still adjusting to their being a Wizarding world. She'd wanted to help every single huddled mass she'd seen in her small peek down Knockturn, and Chris couldn't help but feel that she'd be happy to see what had come of the place.

He shook his head, he'd have to tell her about it when he returned to the house for dinner tonight, though he wondered if he could pick up a camera somewhere and show her moving pictures of the place - the wishing well in particular. He looked up from the water and saw a witch with a steaming cup of coffee. YES. That he could use, but he'd no idea where to get one and he still hadn't found his office space - he'd be sharing with a former Gryffindor named Alicia who he vaguely remembered from having been on her House team, he thought - but coffee was now calling him.

"Sorry," He said, his eyes widening a bit, his voice sharp - manners weren't his strong suit, if you asked his mother, "where did you get that?" He indicated with his eyes her steaming cup.